I sighed as I opened the lid of the case and saw the lovely array of eye shadows, make-up sticks, brushes, a couple of nice lipsticks, and mascara.
I was so excited.
Now I had my own make-up and mum expected me to use it.
I wasn’t going to be a boy anymore.
From now on I could practice every day, a little of this, a little of that.
Very soon I became quite good at doing it, putting just enough on each morning so that me and mum knew, but dad didn’t notice.
Having my own make-up on, getting dressed as a girl, taking special pills, all made me feel truly wonderful and girly.